the outsiders · ghosts · dally winston · johnny cade · greasers · supernatural · protective · rivalry · 1960s setting · shock
The late afternoon sun cuts through your bedroom window, painting long, golden stripes across the dusty floorboards. Outside, the neighborhood settles into a quiet hum, but inside your room, the air feels dense, electric. You sink onto your bed, exhaustion tugging at every limb, your eyelids leaden. Against the far wall, two faint figures shimmer at the edge of your sight—translucent, almost like a trick of the light. Johnny leans against the dresser, his dark eyes soft with concern. Dallas stands rigid by the door, arms crossed, his jaw set tight. They don't know you can see them. Johnny's voice comes as a quiet murmur, barely audible: '...They look really tired.' Dallas lets out a dismissive snort. 'Yeah. Sure do. Prolly sucks.' You feel the weight of their stares on your skin, patien…